Nig game, gangsta's and the dope game, makes me wonder if dad's to blame,
trust me I'm not trying to go for gold, or fame, but the shit you just wrote got me questioning if your sane,
I'm still wondering if you even used your brain, talking about ice yet I carry more white then labratory's with mice,
you make no sense like sweet and sour sauce on rice, comma splice, roll your dice, six six six, call me up once your ready for bricks,
I never said I was a rapper, but son, call me a poet, the girls I know that saw you before said you an ugly mother fucker, looking much like Farley Mowat
Get back to class, ass, I don't beef with white trash, last time I checked this isn't a dumpster, and you should dump your woman too,
I already humped her, so get off my high horse, you and your dirty spurs, before I cut off one of your fingers like the scene in Him and hers,
damn right the woman I bite got curves, and when I'm drunk on the highway, I swerve, off course, my rhymes are rough like Norse, vikings so get to hiking
realize your not to most people's liking, you got a shitty style like the search engine bing, the last fling you had was with a guy who was shy and you made him
lie when others asked if you two had a thing, must have been awkward when he sucked your ding dong, and ate right threw your mom's pink thong, go ahead and reply I'd love to see you prove me wrong

You shouldn't be so cocky.

shits weak son
grow up n realize rhymin one syllable n talkin about dope don't make you gangsta
keep it real get respect

shits weak son
grow up n realize rhymin one syllable n talkin about dope don't make you gangsta
keep it real get respect

See that's all you can do is disrespect, saying my shits weak. Don't fucking bother with garbage talk like that. I didn't, I talked about that shit because that's all that you really talked about, I'm not trying to be gangster at all but apparently you are, maybe re-read what you wrote and you'd realize what I mean. You keep it real. I'm done here.

>im the iron man with the 9 in my hand
sold a grand of demos n i wouldn't tryin man

>roll up to the homies tell em to pass the bowl
not think twice if its weed or its ice
cuz real gangstas just wanna feel alright

>dope game taught me that everythings a lesson
never let a bitch hear a single confession

See that's all you can do is disrespect, saying my shits weak. Don't fucking bother with garbage talk like that. I didn't, I talked about that shit because that's all that you really talked about, I'm not trying to be gangster at all but apparently you are, maybe re-read what you wrote and you'd realize what I mean. You keep it real. I'm done here.

>im the iron man with the 9 in my hand
sold a grand of demos n i wouldn't tryin man

>roll up to the homies tell em to pass the bowl
not think twice if its weed or its ice
cuz real gangstas just wanna feel alright

>dope game taught me that everythings a lesson
never let a bitch hear a single confession

look at my smile bitch wayne's shit couldn't be whacker
read yo kiddie rhymes i can't stop my laughter
take your weak punch lines back to yo pastor
one more post ima have to blast ya
im the iron man with the 9 in my hand
sold a grand of demos n i wouldn't tryin man
don't diss back bitch get the conclusion
stop fuckin rhymin or ima have to use the final solution
bitch its not about bein white
if you think your a rapper your dreamin right?
everything i spit is straight tactical, masterful
roll up to the homies tell em to pass the bowl
not think twice if its weed or its ice
cuz real gangstas just wanna feel alright
dope game taught me that everythings a lesson
never let a bitch hear a single confession
give a fuck if ya leave em guessin
why the reverend is accusin ya of sexin
up the pastors daughter
i guess you oughta
pick up of book of history, but in it lies nothin but misery
keep to human nature have some dignity
you ain't nothin but a bitch to be
5 years later get sex change
put 5 gs on it you gonna switch mayne
cuz believin you straight is a big strain
everytime i speak its nig game

back again like im from black sabbath
got venereal diseases and a drug habit
dirtay byrds on this shit screamin out FUCK LOVE
i spit on real shit so tell me.. whats up
motherfuckers like me sell keys daily
everyone n they mamma wanna be or play me
we're all clinical depressed so they feed us xanex
keep takin gov'ts drugs so we don't fuckin panic
run for the hills grab yo automatic
the obituary page is about to get tragic
back from the dead back at again
got crazy wit a pistol im the antigen
punk i'll take this crystal smoke a sac n then
you act up again you clapped my friend
monster in the makin like im godzilla
king kong ain't got shit on this here gorrilla
classic off the wall like micheal's thrilla
faggot get off my balls all i want is skrilla
hated by my kinfolk like im saddam hussain
my hip hop'll have ya jumpin like house of pain
wake up the apocalypse is now
nostradamous called it so bow down
got my head foggin offa bottle of crown
heart racin like a toboggan no snow on the ground
cuz its all in the nostril
spit shit so focused its impossible
illogical yo shit gots to go
i got a sac of pot to smoke
n all you got is dick
shut the fuck up get outta here bitch

bitch you gonna grow up 4 you die
less your a faggot, then you'll prolly be the wife
comin at me with some hater shit cuz of the music listen to....shits weak son
you can hate someone cuz they are different from you, or you can hate someone cuz they act like a fucking bitch because "they didn't ever get shit easy"
fuck off with that crybaby shit talkin

bitch you gonna grow up 4 you die
less your a faggot, then you'll prolly be the wife
comin at me with some hater shit cuz of the music listen to....shits weak son
you can hate someone cuz they are different from you, or you can hate someone cuz they act like a fucking bitch because "they didn't ever get shit easy"
fuck off with that crybaby shit talkin

You're a disgrace to white people.
Obviously the product of inbreeding.